(oh, and this is a win for ryuji. ren, pliant and needy under his touch, begging for ryuji to have his way. it's not desperate, not the way ryuji gets when ren really gets going. but it's as close to begging as he's ever come, with ren in a maid outfit, no less. yeah. it's a win.
but ren isn't the only one growing desperate. having him so ready and willing under ryuji's touch is always exhilarating, no matter how many times they do this. it all happens in a blur, even for ryuji who initiates it. he swoops ren into his arms with ease, carrying him bridal style and nearly running to the bedroom. when ren tells ryuji exactly what he wants, ryuji will not waste a second giving it to him.
ryuji deposits ren gracelessly on the bed, wih ryuji following not a second later. he could say something romantic, maybe tease a little more, but with how both of them are faring right now, delaying what they both want will only cause headaches.
no time is wasted as ryuji presses his lips to ren's, greedily swiping his tongue to demand access to ren's mouth. there's nothing but desire and want behind his movements, hands sliding down his sides, hips, then under the skirt to tear off ren's underwear, not caring if he actually did tear it.
there are so many more important things to focus on now, like the feeling of ren's bare cock under his touch. his movements are lazy and slow, his attention on the kiss with soft sighs and quiet moans, and only breaking away to take a breath.) Gimme the lube.
[ Ryuji's hand may not be providing what Ren needs, but it's better than nothing, which he suddenly has when the touch withdraws, a soft noise strangling his throat in its wake. For a moment, he thinks Ryuji is teasing him again, and Ren almost whips around to remedy that—
Then he's in Ryuji's arms, stocking feet hanging above the ground as they make a quick escape from the kitchen. Frustration dissipates, replaced with amusement at the probably dangerous pace he's being whisked through the apartment. Ren loops his arm around Ryuji's shoulders and leans in to mouth at his neck for the brief moment he has to do so.
There's more time to put his mouth to work after he's dumped onto the bed. The force with which Ryuji divests him of his underwear sends a jolt of arousal coursing through him, just not quite as much as the realization that Ryuji might fuck him like this, too hurried to even get the costume off. His dick twitches at the thought, brushed against by the layered petticoat underneath the skirt.
So while it's a shame when the kiss comes to pause, the command that follows makes up for it. Ren's eyes flutter open as he tries to do the same, evening out his breaths, and glitter with something much more volatile than the obedient words that follow. ]
Yes, Master. [ He has to scoot up the bed a bit from where Ryuji deposited him, just enough that he can reach into the bedside table. It probably doesn't require him to arch his back the way he does, but even in this role, he can't help showing off a little, trying to get under Ryuji's skin.
Ren passes over the bottle and curls his fingers into the bottom of the skirt to lift it rather shamelessly up towards his chest. Color rides high on his cheeks as, in the heat and anticipation of the moment, he regards Ryuji with look that's almost challenging. ]
(there is absolutely no need for ren to show off the way he does, but ryuji appreciates all of it. ren making an effort to get ryuji as riled up as he can, stoke out any sort of reaction only tells ryuji how much ren wants this. while ren arches and only grows more enticing by the second, ryuji happily takes the bait to kiss all along the open chest of the outfit, soft and gentle, but still needy.
once the bottle is handed to him, ryuji presses one more kiss to ren's lips, before pulling away. he's trying not to rush, but there's just too much energy in him to play the long game he had in mind. spend an insanely long time stretching ren, gently biting and kissing him while whispering how hot he is, only to end with fucking him sweet and slow.
yeah, that is all getting thrown out in favor of meeting ren's demands.
ryuji lathers his fingers in lube, only spending enough time to warm them just enough so ren won't be struck by sudden cold. but before the continues, watching the way ren pulls up his skirt, ryuji reacts on instinct, gripping his sleeve to stop the motion.) Don't.
(the command is out before he can even think, and rather than embarrassingly backtrack, ryuji commits, answering ren's eyes with his own confidence. he'll meet any challenge ren sets.) Leave it on. I want to fuck you like this.
(being embarrassed or ashamed isn't going to get them anywhere, and ryuji has learned ren is far more accepting of things than ryuji knew. so he'll be taking advantage of that tonight.
finally prepared, ryuji slowly inserts one finger inside ren, but he only spends a few brief moments stretching with just one before a second follows. he knows ren likes a little pain, but also that ren would stop him if things got too painful.
he spends more time with two fingers, spreading and curling and looking for just the right places to get some screams out of ren. but just leaving it simply at that wouldn't be any fun, so without any warning, ryuji takes ren's cock into his mouth. ryuji only teases him at the start, his lips going just past the tip as his tongue drags over the head in agonizing slow movements. firing a look right back at ren, there's a challenging fire in ryuji's eyes, silently demanding that ren last.)
[ Ryuji has his moments, but it's rare to hear that hard, commanding edge to his voice. That alone stops Ren mid-motion. His fingers instinctively uncurl from the skirt, letting the fabric fall to cover him once more. The brush of it against the heated skin of his cock almost makes him squirm, already riled up from the show of dominance and the promising sounds of Ryuji coating his fingers in the lube.
He manages to remain collected—as much as he can be, anyway, with his breath coming quicker and warmth glowing from his face all the way down his neck. Even when the finger slips inside, he only gives a soft exhale. Ren is always quiet and deliberate, not one to talk without purpose or use his words lightly. When he speaks up in bed, it's the same way: often for the sake of communication, although he's noticed over time that Ryuji seems to like the noises that occasionally break out and the moments that he does voice his thoughts.
So maybe it's a little bit for Ryuji's benefit too when he doesn't bite down on a surprise noise quickly enough, the sudden presence of a mouth of his dick taking him off guard. ]
Ah— Ryuji… [ That part is unintentional. He doesn't mean for his character to slip, but Ryuji's fingers slide just so inside of him, calling forth a wave of pleasure so overwhelming that Ren feels like his skin isn't enough to contain him. His hips cant of their own accord, trying to chase that point of contact.
When the intensity of it ebbs away, he's left with the sting of Ryuji's fingers stretching him, a great sensation in its own right. Ren shifts his sights down and while the skirt blocks some of the view, Ryuji's hard stare is clear as day, boring into him and telling him to hold back. Little does he know, that look is making it that much harder to do so; Ren breathes out slowly, steadying himself, and leans his head back, throwing his forearm over his eyes to block Ryuji from sight. ]
(those soft sounds ren emits are everything ryuji wants, lips twisting into a smirk around his cock as ren finally cracks and gasps his name. getting ren's usually calm demeanor gives ryuji such a rush, and the way he squirms and writhes under ryuji's touch only excites him further.
his fingers work harder, thrusting and stretching as they just barely brush against that spot to get a nice reaction out of ren. ryuj adores when ren tops, doing everything he can to give ryuji as much sensational pleasure as possible. but this, having control over ren, being able to see just how much his touch can affect ren, it all has an appeal that ryuji will never tire of.
but then ren falls back, his gaze hiding from ryuji, and oh, he can't have that.
he slides off ren's cock with a lewd, wet noise, leaning above ren, still looking at him with that intense stare, even if ren can't see it.) Hey. You're doing it again.
(reaching down to remove ren's arm from his eyes, ryuji calmly inserts another finger without much more than a passing glance. absolutely not the best time to have a conversation, but it's still a moment ryuji won't pass up.) You're ignoring me. I want you to look at me when I'm fucking you.
(lips crush against ren's, needy and hungry, still roughly stretching and curling his fingers inside ren in hopes of getting him to be a moaning, whining mess soon enough. it's not long before he pulls away, doing his best to tug down ren's sweatpants with one hand, which is probably more of a struggle than it's really worth. but removing his fingers from ren now is out of the question.) D'you think you're ready?
[ The loss of that heat around his cock ekes out a quiet noise that, if Ryuji listens just right, might sound almost like a whine. It's his own fault, though, and he realizes that when Ryuji's hand drags his arm away from his face. Ren's eyelids flutter before he comes to focus on his face, pupils wide and dark and ringed by gunmetal that grows sharp as he takes in the severe stare. All of that sweet, maidlike aura has dissipated, leaving only steel and sass. ]
You're not fucking me yet, Master. [ The title sounds a little bit more like a taunt or a challenge as it returns to his lips. What else can he draw out of this forceful, dominating side of Ryuji?
Then his fingertips press just the right way to crumble all of that bravado once more, pulverizing it into gasps and little jerks of his hips. Ryuji's fingers feel amazing but they're not what he needs; they don't fill him out the way he craves. ] I've been ready since we came in here. [ Not really; he knows what Ryuji means, and the soft huff of a laugh that accompanies it shows that he's only trying to convey how much he wants this.
He's almost too distracted to notice Ryuji fighting with the sweatpants, but when he speaks, Ren glances down and zeroes in immediately on something familiar, mouth going dry at the sight. ]
(having ren goad him so blatantly, trying to challenge him when there's no real challenge, only makes ryuji smile. there's absolutely no reason for ren to sass him or try to get a rise out of him, he's well on his way to getting what he wants. but there's plenty of benefit for ryuji, holding all the cards and fully guiding the night. still smiling, he leans over to press his lips against ren's neck, soft and delicate, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses, barely dragging his tongue across the still evident bite marks for added torture.) You're right. I'm not.
(he continues lavishing attention to ren's neck, smirking as he decides to play a little mean, just for a while. his fingers inside ren begin to slow immensely, curling only rarely at lazy, languid pace. he pulls his fingers away just enough that if ren tries rocking his hips to get more touch, more friction, more anything, it won't do him any good.
ryuji knows exactly how to make this as torturous as possible, and after ren's little display of sass, he's taking advantage of that knowledge.
but he sees the interest in ren's eyes, that hungry look as he's gazing down to see ryuji in his underwear. he smirks again, pulling away from ren's neck to sit upright, but keeping his fingers in ren. though they've almost completely stilled by now.
ryuji begins softly palming himself over the fabric, inhaling sharply as he does, but remaining confident as ever when he speaks.) Yeah. You like it?
(he shifts closer to ren, cupping his cock to show off to ren how hard he is, how evident the bulge has become. ryuji gasps quietly the more he strokes himself, towering over ren to make sure he has a perfect view.) Been half hard all night just thinking about coming like this. Do you like that?
[ It may seem like goading where it's not needed, but the smirk that inches over Ryuji's face, more dangerously edged than even the one that appeared in battle, is a reward that makes this grave he's dug completely worth it. He'll accept the consequences that come along with it. Just bury him here under all of these teasing touches.
Even so, Ren can't help the squirm of his hips down towards the stilled fingers, a fruitless motion.
One that still, along with the rest of his body, when Ryuji begins to palm over his crotch. That's... quite a sight. Ren's eyes go a little wider as he perhaps has his own sexual discovery tonight—that seeing Ryuji touching himself for Ren to watch is a massive turn-on.
So it's every bit as effective as Ryuji probably intends for it to be. He doesn't have an answer the first time Ryuji asks, but his cock fills in the gap where words should fall by giving an interested twitch.
The second time, he finds the focus to respond, wetting his bitten lips with a swipe of his tongue before he speaks up. ] Yeah. [ God yes, more accurately. ] You look amazing...
[ It's not empty flattery to get what he wants; Ren would never do that. Ryuji really does appear like something out of a fantasy, showing off the outline of his dick through Ren's underwear, soft sounds falling from his lips as he touches himself. Seeing him come like this would be one hell of a memory, but the rest of him wants that inside of him one way or another. ]
(seeing that desire and lust be so evident in ren's eyes is all ryuji needed to discover a little bit more about ren tonight. that's definitely something he's going to come back to, when the two of them aren't desperate and aching for something more than just ryuji's playful touches.
but ren is getting needier, that much is certain. and with ryuji being fully hard, he's not that interested in teasing ren for much longer. he removes his fingers from inside ren quickly, shucking off the underwear and grabbing the lube. he's well aware he's in a rushing frenzy, and it's hard not to be with ren underneath him, so willing and ready for ryuji to do whatever he wants.
it's a quick process to slick his cock, being careful not to go too far and come before they even get to the best part, even if the desire to stroke himself is strong.
but he's fully prepped soon enough, excitement coursing through him as he steadies himself to enter ren...
and promptly hesitates as he gets ideas.) Hold on.
(ryuji almost whines as he pulls himself away from ren, who still looks unbelievably tempting and beautiful. but ryuji wants to get all he can out of this, and he wants ren to have an even better time if possible.
arms wrap around ren's torso to hoist him off the bed with far less grace than he hoped, and shoves ren roughly against the wall. ryuji's own strength keeps him pinned there, and for the most part, unable to move. hands coast down his body, over his ass and to his thighs, adjusting them so ren's legs wrap around ryuji's waist as a form of stability.
it's already a better position for ryuji, able to be so close, chest to chest, hip to hip, fully in control of ren's movements, able to make things as rough or gentle as he wants. there's a brief flash of an absolutely wicked smirk on ryuji's face before hiding in the crook of ren's neck as he lavishes kiss after bite on his skin.) This is better.
(and not willing to keep ren waiting any longer, ryuji's hands firmly gripping ren's ass to hold him still. he enters him at an agonizing pace, slow and inch by inch. he gasps quietly against ren's neck the deeper he goes, the occasional mumbled curse as he's filled with pure bliss before even thrusting. it leaves him shuddering to think about how much better things will be in just a few moments.)
[ Even with the haze of arousal swirling in his mind, Ren manages to watch with laser focus as Ryuji yanks off the underwear, cock popping free. He looks so good, so flushed and hard and ready, that it takes all of his will power not to pounce from this submissive position and pin his boyfriend to the bed. It would be so easy to turn the tables and coax out that sweet, flustered look he gets whenever Ren is especially forward...
Next time, he resolves. There are other goals to be fulfilled tonight, ones that have to do with muscles fluttering around the lack of Ryuji's fingers and the heady rush that comes with how he guides himself between Ren's thighs.
—and then abruptly pulls away again. A protest forms on his tongue at the sudden change of plans, but he swallows it down, pushing himself up onto his elbows to observe whatever Ryuji is doing. Ren trusts that whatever he's up to will be worth it.
It turns out that all this new position does it make it easier for Ryuji to heft him up into his arms and spin him against the wall. A heavy exhale puffs from his lungs as some of the wind is knocked out of him. The stars in his eyes, however, have nothing to do with how startled he is, eyes lighting up with the realization of what's about to happen. ]
You spoil me, Master. [ He manages to remember it this time, perhaps reminded by the bunch of the skirt between them, eyes bright with a cocktail of mirth and affection and arousal.
Ren's legs tuck tighter around Ryuji's middle, wedging his weight back against the wall a bit more to make it easier for him to maintain the hold in the long run. After all, Ryuji's isn't lacking in stamina in the least.
How slow he takes it is both a blessing and a curse, burning him up inside with each fraction of push. His muscles sting with it even after being stretched and teased. That pain only doubles down on the pleasure of it, though, amplifying it as Ryuji reaches deep inside of him. ]
Ryuji... [ His fingers curl into what he can grasp of that short, spiky hair. ] Move. Please.
(there's subtle ways ren behaves differently during sex, ones ryuji has learned to pick up on. the way his legs wrap tighter around ryuji's waist, or how ren grabs and clutches whatever skin he can. just little things like that make ryuji pay attention to how slowly ren grows desperate during foreplay, and make him all too aware of how much he's aching to be fucked.
and it only makes ryuji want to tease him more. he knows he should lighten up, give ren what he's truly been wanting since the start. but ryuji is often so caught up in ren taking control that he doesn't get many chances of his own to drive ren crazy.
pressing himself closer to ren, he frees one hand from ren's hips and roughly brushes ren's hair out of his face to get a clear look. his eyes are blown wide, there's a dark dusting of red covering his face, and the way his mouth hangs open is only too inviting to ryuji.) Whatever you say.
(with that, he shoves his mouth to ren's for a kiss, hot and excited and dying to taste him. his welcome home kiss from earlier was certainly pleasant, but ryuji is craving lust and pleasure more than anything right now.
and if only to prove just how in control he is, ryuji obeys ren and begins moving. but slowly. his cock drags out of ren, going as slow as possible, and thrusts back in the same way. but he keeps his grip tight and ren firmly pinned to the wall to prevent him from thrusting down on ryuji's cock.
it's still enough for him to moan into the kiss, fist clutching ren's hair as he almost painfully slowly exits and reenters ren. ryuji absolutely has not given up on making ren beg.)
[ Ren reacts to the kiss with all of the enthusiasm of a man stranded in a desert getting ahold of a sip of water—immediate and greedy for whatever he can get. Tongues clash as he drinks in whatever he can of Ryuji, tasting vague hints of dinner there but mostly relishing in the slick, warm slide as the come together.
The press of their mouths muffles a soft groan as Ryuji honors his wish. It's excruciatingly slow, equal parts teasing and punishing. He feels the drag of every inch inside of him, searing him from the inside out. It's better than him not moving at all, but Ren wants more, and the way Ryuji has him pushed against the wall is keeping him from getting it.
He breaks the kiss to thunk his head back in pleasure as well as frustration. He's not sure if his vision is swimming due to the gentle throbbing at the back of his skull now or the intense feeling of Ryuji working in and out of him, but either way, it's narrowed down, fuzzed around the edges until the only thing he can focus on is his boyfriend in front of him, inside of him, all over him. ]
Ryuji... [ Ren knows what he wants. He said it earlier: for him to beg for it. There's appeal in playing hard-to-get, but right now, all he really cares about is the part where he does, in fact, get. Get pounded by Ryuji, to be precise. ] Please...
[ Will he want more than that? He did already say "please," after all. Huffing out a breath, Ren continues. ]
(and that's exactly what ryuji was hoping for. ren caving, and his need for ryuji to fuck him outweighing his need to keep up the act and try to control how the night goes. with his usual toothy grin against ren's hear, he whispers quietly.) That wasn't so hard, was it?
(and to answer ren's plea, ryuji wastes no time drawing himself almost completely out of ren before thrusting up into him as hard as his hips will allow. and with his stamina, ryuji is able to keep up that brutally hard pace just as long as ren is willing. his breath comes out in quick, rough pants, gripping ren tighter with each thrust, every slam of his hips against ren's.
all the teasing and goading and banter makes this all the more rewarding, and even more so with how compliant and needy all of it got ren. really, that's the best part of this. he got ren to beg, in a maid outfit no less. that's a memory for ryuji to treasure for the rest of his life.
right now, though, he know ren needs his attention more. gentle kisses to his ear, languid licks across his neck, all in complete contrast to the absolutely punishing pace ryuji has. though it's not meant to be actually punishing, he knows fully well just how rough ren likes it. even still, ryuji can't help but be a little sweet and caring at a time like this.
with a death grip on ren's hips, his head raises slowly next to ren's ear, hot gasps blowing as ryuji mumbles out words.) Fuck... I'd been hoping for this as soon as I saw you.
[ The ghost of Ryuji's breath warming his ear has him strangling a whine deep in his throat. He's so close, so very close to getting what he needs—
And just like that, he does. It rips a cry out before Ren can help it. Ryuji drives him into him with a relentless pace that only a track star can maintain, striking him so deep each time that it seems to knock the breath right out of him and turn his lower body to jelly. His legs scrabble against Ryuji's back, trying to hook anew around him. He knows for a fact that his boyfriend would never let him slip and hit the floor, but the shift as Ryuji pounds into him gives the slightest extra edge to the friction.
The tenderness provides a counterpoint to the rough rhythm of his hips. Ren doesn't turn it away—in fact, he welcomes the doting attention from Ryuji's mouth, tongue leaving a shin over his flushed skin. ]
Wh—what a coincidence... [ Even like this, he can't help being a little cheeky, though the edges of what smile he can manage are turned sweet and wanting. ] Me too...
(hearing the cries that escape from ren's lips has ryuji smirking into ren's neck. that's what he's been waiting to hear all night, ren completely losing all inhibitions and ryuji able to have his way with him entirely.
ren's trust in ryuji isn't misplaced, keeping a grip firm enough to leave bruises, but gentle enough that ren won't have to worry about any real pain coming to him. but there's just enough of a mix of pleasure and pain for ren thanks to ryuji thrusting into him so deeply and intensely. thanks to his long stamina from running track for years, ryuji has no inclination of ending any time soon.
ryuji can feel the heat radiating from ren, and between the two of them, it's enough to make the entire room feel hot to the touch. though this position is the best for letting ren get all he wants out of the evening, it leaves ryuji with very little options for where else to touch.
so as he thrusts deep into ren, his teeth and tongue work over the same area, littering ren's pale skin with dark bruises and red bite marks. entering society tomorrow will prove challenging for sure.) R-really... had no idea. Not like you wearing a maid outfit... was a giveaway or anything...
[ The marks Ryuji is leaving all over him are definitely going to pose an issue, but right in this moment, Ren doesn't care. He wants the bite of his teeth and the rough pressure of his fingers digging in to leave precious mementos of tonight all over him. Maybe Ryuji will even tease over them again another night, abusing the sensitivity of the bruises to give him more of his pain-edged pleasure. ]
Maybe I just wanted to do... some cl-cleaning... in the right uniform for it...
[ But it's hard to make it sound like an effortless joke when he's gasping softly at each thrust, the motions jostling the layers of the skirt around his heavy cock. It's not nearly enough contact for Ren, merely a tease. Maybe, with enough time, Ryuji's pounding into his ass could coax an untouched orgasm out of him, but the strain of his cock is too fiery to ignore right now.
Hoping that it won't draw Ryuji's ire (well, part of him kind of wants it to), Ren drops his hand between them. Fingers push aside the fabric and curl against flushed skin. A breath hisses through his teeth, relieved at the contact, and the first jerk of his fist around his dick draws out a clipped moan. ]
(ryuji can't help but let out a laugh, a breathy, gasping laugh as ren shifts in just the right way to send a shiver down ryuji's spine. only with ren could he be so amused and so turned on at the same time.) Cleaning... y-yeah right. You didn't clean anything...
(as if punishing ren for trying to make such a lame cover story, ryuji thrusts in once more, hard as he can, to really make ren lose it. he returns to a normal pace after that, making sure to get the point across that he'll only make it painful when ren does something to warrant it.
ryuji is content with keeping things going as they are, but then he sees ren make a move, a move that he simply can't ignore. he waits patiently, to see if ren really will go through with it, and then ryuji retaliates.
even if ren is relieved at the contact, ryuji takes it away immediately. he grips ren's wrists, pinning them above his head against the wall. by this point, ryuji is holding ren up by nothing more than his hips and thrusts. it's certainly a much harder position to hold, but it gets the point across.) What do you think you're doing? Am I not good enough?
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but ren isn't the only one growing desperate. having him so ready and willing under ryuji's touch is always exhilarating, no matter how many times they do this. it all happens in a blur, even for ryuji who initiates it. he swoops ren into his arms with ease, carrying him bridal style and nearly running to the bedroom. when ren tells ryuji exactly what he wants, ryuji will not waste a second giving it to him.
ryuji deposits ren gracelessly on the bed, wih ryuji following not a second later. he could say something romantic, maybe tease a little more, but with how both of them are faring right now, delaying what they both want will only cause headaches.
no time is wasted as ryuji presses his lips to ren's, greedily swiping his tongue to demand access to ren's mouth. there's nothing but desire and want behind his movements, hands sliding down his sides, hips, then under the skirt to tear off ren's underwear, not caring if he actually did tear it.
there are so many more important things to focus on now, like the feeling of ren's bare cock under his touch. his movements are lazy and slow, his attention on the kiss with soft sighs and quiet moans, and only breaking away to take a breath.) Gimme the lube.
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Then he's in Ryuji's arms, stocking feet hanging above the ground as they make a quick escape from the kitchen. Frustration dissipates, replaced with amusement at the probably dangerous pace he's being whisked through the apartment. Ren loops his arm around Ryuji's shoulders and leans in to mouth at his neck for the brief moment he has to do so.
There's more time to put his mouth to work after he's dumped onto the bed. The force with which Ryuji divests him of his underwear sends a jolt of arousal coursing through him, just not quite as much as the realization that Ryuji might fuck him like this, too hurried to even get the costume off. His dick twitches at the thought, brushed against by the layered petticoat underneath the skirt.
So while it's a shame when the kiss comes to pause, the command that follows makes up for it. Ren's eyes flutter open as he tries to do the same, evening out his breaths, and glitter with something much more volatile than the obedient words that follow. ]
Yes, Master. [ He has to scoot up the bed a bit from where Ryuji deposited him, just enough that he can reach into the bedside table. It probably doesn't require him to arch his back the way he does, but even in this role, he can't help showing off a little, trying to get under Ryuji's skin.
Ren passes over the bottle and curls his fingers into the bottom of the skirt to lift it rather shamelessly up towards his chest. Color rides high on his cheeks as, in the heat and anticipation of the moment, he regards Ryuji with look that's almost challenging. ]
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once the bottle is handed to him, ryuji presses one more kiss to ren's lips, before pulling away. he's trying not to rush, but there's just too much energy in him to play the long game he had in mind. spend an insanely long time stretching ren, gently biting and kissing him while whispering how hot he is, only to end with fucking him sweet and slow.
yeah, that is all getting thrown out in favor of meeting ren's demands.
ryuji lathers his fingers in lube, only spending enough time to warm them just enough so ren won't be struck by sudden cold. but before the continues, watching the way ren pulls up his skirt, ryuji reacts on instinct, gripping his sleeve to stop the motion.) Don't.
(the command is out before he can even think, and rather than embarrassingly backtrack, ryuji commits, answering ren's eyes with his own confidence. he'll meet any challenge ren sets.) Leave it on. I want to fuck you like this.
(being embarrassed or ashamed isn't going to get them anywhere, and ryuji has learned ren is far more accepting of things than ryuji knew. so he'll be taking advantage of that tonight.
finally prepared, ryuji slowly inserts one finger inside ren, but he only spends a few brief moments stretching with just one before a second follows. he knows ren likes a little pain, but also that ren would stop him if things got too painful.
he spends more time with two fingers, spreading and curling and looking for just the right places to get some screams out of ren. but just leaving it simply at that wouldn't be any fun, so without any warning, ryuji takes ren's cock into his mouth. ryuji only teases him at the start, his lips going just past the tip as his tongue drags over the head in agonizing slow movements. firing a look right back at ren, there's a challenging fire in ryuji's eyes, silently demanding that ren last.)
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He manages to remain collected—as much as he can be, anyway, with his breath coming quicker and warmth glowing from his face all the way down his neck. Even when the finger slips inside, he only gives a soft exhale. Ren is always quiet and deliberate, not one to talk without purpose or use his words lightly. When he speaks up in bed, it's the same way: often for the sake of communication, although he's noticed over time that Ryuji seems to like the noises that occasionally break out and the moments that he does voice his thoughts.
So maybe it's a little bit for Ryuji's benefit too when he doesn't bite down on a surprise noise quickly enough, the sudden presence of a mouth of his dick taking him off guard. ]
Ah— Ryuji… [ That part is unintentional. He doesn't mean for his character to slip, but Ryuji's fingers slide just so inside of him, calling forth a wave of pleasure so overwhelming that Ren feels like his skin isn't enough to contain him. His hips cant of their own accord, trying to chase that point of contact.
When the intensity of it ebbs away, he's left with the sting of Ryuji's fingers stretching him, a great sensation in its own right. Ren shifts his sights down and while the skirt blocks some of the view, Ryuji's hard stare is clear as day, boring into him and telling him to hold back. Little does he know, that look is making it that much harder to do so; Ren breathes out slowly, steadying himself, and leans his head back, throwing his forearm over his eyes to block Ryuji from sight. ]
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his fingers work harder, thrusting and stretching as they just barely brush against that spot to get a nice reaction out of ren. ryuj adores when ren tops, doing everything he can to give ryuji as much sensational pleasure as possible. but this, having control over ren, being able to see just how much his touch can affect ren, it all has an appeal that ryuji will never tire of.
but then ren falls back, his gaze hiding from ryuji, and oh, he can't have that.
he slides off ren's cock with a lewd, wet noise, leaning above ren, still looking at him with that intense stare, even if ren can't see it.) Hey. You're doing it again.
(reaching down to remove ren's arm from his eyes, ryuji calmly inserts another finger without much more than a passing glance. absolutely not the best time to have a conversation, but it's still a moment ryuji won't pass up.) You're ignoring me. I want you to look at me when I'm fucking you.
(lips crush against ren's, needy and hungry, still roughly stretching and curling his fingers inside ren in hopes of getting him to be a moaning, whining mess soon enough. it's not long before he pulls away, doing his best to tug down ren's sweatpants with one hand, which is probably more of a struggle than it's really worth. but removing his fingers from ren now is out of the question.) D'you think you're ready?
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You're not fucking me yet, Master. [ The title sounds a little bit more like a taunt or a challenge as it returns to his lips. What else can he draw out of this forceful, dominating side of Ryuji?
Then his fingertips press just the right way to crumble all of that bravado once more, pulverizing it into gasps and little jerks of his hips. Ryuji's fingers feel amazing but they're not what he needs; they don't fill him out the way he craves. ] I've been ready since we came in here. [ Not really; he knows what Ryuji means, and the soft huff of a laugh that accompanies it shows that he's only trying to convey how much he wants this.
He's almost too distracted to notice Ryuji fighting with the sweatpants, but when he speaks, Ren glances down and zeroes in immediately on something familiar, mouth going dry at the sight. ]
… Is that my underwear?
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(he continues lavishing attention to ren's neck, smirking as he decides to play a little mean, just for a while. his fingers inside ren begin to slow immensely, curling only rarely at lazy, languid pace. he pulls his fingers away just enough that if ren tries rocking his hips to get more touch, more friction, more anything, it won't do him any good.
ryuji knows exactly how to make this as torturous as possible, and after ren's little display of sass, he's taking advantage of that knowledge.
but he sees the interest in ren's eyes, that hungry look as he's gazing down to see ryuji in his underwear. he smirks again, pulling away from ren's neck to sit upright, but keeping his fingers in ren. though they've almost completely stilled by now.
ryuji begins softly palming himself over the fabric, inhaling sharply as he does, but remaining confident as ever when he speaks.) Yeah. You like it?
(he shifts closer to ren, cupping his cock to show off to ren how hard he is, how evident the bulge has become. ryuji gasps quietly the more he strokes himself, towering over ren to make sure he has a perfect view.) Been half hard all night just thinking about coming like this. Do you like that?
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Even so, Ren can't help the squirm of his hips down towards the stilled fingers, a fruitless motion.
One that still, along with the rest of his body, when Ryuji begins to palm over his crotch. That's... quite a sight. Ren's eyes go a little wider as he perhaps has his own sexual discovery tonight—that seeing Ryuji touching himself for Ren to watch is a massive turn-on.
So it's every bit as effective as Ryuji probably intends for it to be. He doesn't have an answer the first time Ryuji asks, but his cock fills in the gap where words should fall by giving an interested twitch.
The second time, he finds the focus to respond, wetting his bitten lips with a swipe of his tongue before he speaks up. ] Yeah. [ God yes, more accurately. ] You look amazing...
[ It's not empty flattery to get what he wants; Ren would never do that. Ryuji really does appear like something out of a fantasy, showing off the outline of his dick through Ren's underwear, soft sounds falling from his lips as he touches himself. Seeing him come like this would be one hell of a memory, but the rest of him wants that inside of him one way or another. ]
I want to feel you.
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but ren is getting needier, that much is certain. and with ryuji being fully hard, he's not that interested in teasing ren for much longer. he removes his fingers from inside ren quickly, shucking off the underwear and grabbing the lube. he's well aware he's in a rushing frenzy, and it's hard not to be with ren underneath him, so willing and ready for ryuji to do whatever he wants.
it's a quick process to slick his cock, being careful not to go too far and come before they even get to the best part, even if the desire to stroke himself is strong.
but he's fully prepped soon enough, excitement coursing through him as he steadies himself to enter ren...
and promptly hesitates as he gets ideas.) Hold on.
(ryuji almost whines as he pulls himself away from ren, who still looks unbelievably tempting and beautiful. but ryuji wants to get all he can out of this, and he wants ren to have an even better time if possible.
arms wrap around ren's torso to hoist him off the bed with far less grace than he hoped, and shoves ren roughly against the wall. ryuji's own strength keeps him pinned there, and for the most part, unable to move. hands coast down his body, over his ass and to his thighs, adjusting them so ren's legs wrap around ryuji's waist as a form of stability.
it's already a better position for ryuji, able to be so close, chest to chest, hip to hip, fully in control of ren's movements, able to make things as rough or gentle as he wants. there's a brief flash of an absolutely wicked smirk on ryuji's face before hiding in the crook of ren's neck as he lavishes kiss after bite on his skin.) This is better.
(and not willing to keep ren waiting any longer, ryuji's hands firmly gripping ren's ass to hold him still. he enters him at an agonizing pace, slow and inch by inch. he gasps quietly against ren's neck the deeper he goes, the occasional mumbled curse as he's filled with pure bliss before even thrusting. it leaves him shuddering to think about how much better things will be in just a few moments.)
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Next time, he resolves. There are other goals to be fulfilled tonight, ones that have to do with muscles fluttering around the lack of Ryuji's fingers and the heady rush that comes with how he guides himself between Ren's thighs.
—and then abruptly pulls away again. A protest forms on his tongue at the sudden change of plans, but he swallows it down, pushing himself up onto his elbows to observe whatever Ryuji is doing. Ren trusts that whatever he's up to will be worth it.
It turns out that all this new position does it make it easier for Ryuji to heft him up into his arms and spin him against the wall. A heavy exhale puffs from his lungs as some of the wind is knocked out of him. The stars in his eyes, however, have nothing to do with how startled he is, eyes lighting up with the realization of what's about to happen. ]
You spoil me, Master. [ He manages to remember it this time, perhaps reminded by the bunch of the skirt between them, eyes bright with a cocktail of mirth and affection and arousal.
Ren's legs tuck tighter around Ryuji's middle, wedging his weight back against the wall a bit more to make it easier for him to maintain the hold in the long run. After all, Ryuji's isn't lacking in stamina in the least.
How slow he takes it is both a blessing and a curse, burning him up inside with each fraction of push. His muscles sting with it even after being stretched and teased. That pain only doubles down on the pleasure of it, though, amplifying it as Ryuji reaches deep inside of him. ]
Ryuji... [ His fingers curl into what he can grasp of that short, spiky hair. ] Move. Please.
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and it only makes ryuji want to tease him more. he knows he should lighten up, give ren what he's truly been wanting since the start. but ryuji is often so caught up in ren taking control that he doesn't get many chances of his own to drive ren crazy.
pressing himself closer to ren, he frees one hand from ren's hips and roughly brushes ren's hair out of his face to get a clear look. his eyes are blown wide, there's a dark dusting of red covering his face, and the way his mouth hangs open is only too inviting to ryuji.) Whatever you say.
(with that, he shoves his mouth to ren's for a kiss, hot and excited and dying to taste him. his welcome home kiss from earlier was certainly pleasant, but ryuji is craving lust and pleasure more than anything right now.
and if only to prove just how in control he is, ryuji obeys ren and begins moving. but slowly. his cock drags out of ren, going as slow as possible, and thrusts back in the same way. but he keeps his grip tight and ren firmly pinned to the wall to prevent him from thrusting down on ryuji's cock.
it's still enough for him to moan into the kiss, fist clutching ren's hair as he almost painfully slowly exits and reenters ren. ryuji absolutely has not given up on making ren beg.)
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The press of their mouths muffles a soft groan as Ryuji honors his wish. It's excruciatingly slow, equal parts teasing and punishing. He feels the drag of every inch inside of him, searing him from the inside out. It's better than him not moving at all, but Ren wants more, and the way Ryuji has him pushed against the wall is keeping him from getting it.
He breaks the kiss to thunk his head back in pleasure as well as frustration. He's not sure if his vision is swimming due to the gentle throbbing at the back of his skull now or the intense feeling of Ryuji working in and out of him, but either way, it's narrowed down, fuzzed around the edges until the only thing he can focus on is his boyfriend in front of him, inside of him, all over him. ]
Ryuji... [ Ren knows what he wants. He said it earlier: for him to beg for it. There's appeal in playing hard-to-get, but right now, all he really cares about is the part where he does, in fact, get. Get pounded by Ryuji, to be precise. ] Please...
[ Will he want more than that? He did already say "please," after all. Huffing out a breath, Ren continues. ]
I need you.
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(and to answer ren's plea, ryuji wastes no time drawing himself almost completely out of ren before thrusting up into him as hard as his hips will allow. and with his stamina, ryuji is able to keep up that brutally hard pace just as long as ren is willing. his breath comes out in quick, rough pants, gripping ren tighter with each thrust, every slam of his hips against ren's.
all the teasing and goading and banter makes this all the more rewarding, and even more so with how compliant and needy all of it got ren. really, that's the best part of this. he got ren to beg, in a maid outfit no less. that's a memory for ryuji to treasure for the rest of his life.
right now, though, he know ren needs his attention more. gentle kisses to his ear, languid licks across his neck, all in complete contrast to the absolutely punishing pace ryuji has. though it's not meant to be actually punishing, he knows fully well just how rough ren likes it. even still, ryuji can't help but be a little sweet and caring at a time like this.
with a death grip on ren's hips, his head raises slowly next to ren's ear, hot gasps blowing as ryuji mumbles out words.) Fuck... I'd been hoping for this as soon as I saw you.
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And just like that, he does. It rips a cry out before Ren can help it. Ryuji drives him into him with a relentless pace that only a track star can maintain, striking him so deep each time that it seems to knock the breath right out of him and turn his lower body to jelly. His legs scrabble against Ryuji's back, trying to hook anew around him. He knows for a fact that his boyfriend would never let him slip and hit the floor, but the shift as Ryuji pounds into him gives the slightest extra edge to the friction.
The tenderness provides a counterpoint to the rough rhythm of his hips. Ren doesn't turn it away—in fact, he welcomes the doting attention from Ryuji's mouth, tongue leaving a shin over his flushed skin. ]
Wh—what a coincidence... [ Even like this, he can't help being a little cheeky, though the edges of what smile he can manage are turned sweet and wanting. ] Me too...
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ren's trust in ryuji isn't misplaced, keeping a grip firm enough to leave bruises, but gentle enough that ren won't have to worry about any real pain coming to him. but there's just enough of a mix of pleasure and pain for ren thanks to ryuji thrusting into him so deeply and intensely. thanks to his long stamina from running track for years, ryuji has no inclination of ending any time soon.
ryuji can feel the heat radiating from ren, and between the two of them, it's enough to make the entire room feel hot to the touch. though this position is the best for letting ren get all he wants out of the evening, it leaves ryuji with very little options for where else to touch.
so as he thrusts deep into ren, his teeth and tongue work over the same area, littering ren's pale skin with dark bruises and red bite marks. entering society tomorrow will prove challenging for sure.) R-really... had no idea. Not like you wearing a maid outfit... was a giveaway or anything...
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Maybe I just wanted to do... some cl-cleaning... in the right uniform for it...
[ But it's hard to make it sound like an effortless joke when he's gasping softly at each thrust, the motions jostling the layers of the skirt around his heavy cock. It's not nearly enough contact for Ren, merely a tease. Maybe, with enough time, Ryuji's pounding into his ass could coax an untouched orgasm out of him, but the strain of his cock is too fiery to ignore right now.
Hoping that it won't draw Ryuji's ire (well, part of him kind of wants it to), Ren drops his hand between them. Fingers push aside the fabric and curl against flushed skin. A breath hisses through his teeth, relieved at the contact, and the first jerk of his fist around his dick draws out a clipped moan. ]
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(as if punishing ren for trying to make such a lame cover story, ryuji thrusts in once more, hard as he can, to really make ren lose it. he returns to a normal pace after that, making sure to get the point across that he'll only make it painful when ren does something to warrant it.
ryuji is content with keeping things going as they are, but then he sees ren make a move, a move that he simply can't ignore. he waits patiently, to see if ren really will go through with it, and then ryuji retaliates.
even if ren is relieved at the contact, ryuji takes it away immediately. he grips ren's wrists, pinning them above his head against the wall. by this point, ryuji is holding ren up by nothing more than his hips and thrusts. it's certainly a much harder position to hold, but it gets the point across.) What do you think you're doing? Am I not good enough?